Cat just wrote an entry revealing his tendency to procrastinate. He's not kidding. He is King of Procrastination. As a result, he is chronically late. Me? I'm always early. I hate to be late.
I'm getting concerned that our baby may have inherited his father's procrastination gene. I figure if Embry had inherited his timeliness gene from me, he'd be here by now. I picture him kicking back in there thinking, "Hey, I've got time. My due date isn't for another week. Why rush?"
We talk a lot about "genes" and what Embry will have inherited. We talk about whether he'll come out with my pasty, sunburn-prone skin. We talk about whether he'll have an inexplicable love of math, a gift of creativity, athletic ability. We talk about if he'll have his father's agility or my klutziness. Will his ears stick out like mine do? Will his eyebrows grow funny like his daddy's?
This is what is making this end part of my pregnancy most difficult. I'm so excited to meet this baby. I say, "I can't wait!" and it feels true. It feels like I physically can NOT wait another moment. This is like Christmas Eve, first-day-of-school, waiting-for-spring-break excitement all wrapped into one.
Posted by michelle at August 20, 2004 07:26 PM